parks of london that see, clutching her purse, staring out a window, waiting to be arrested. that moment tells us something about how change happens or doesn't happen. the choices we make or don't make. for now we see through a glass darkly the scripture says. and it's true. whether out of inertia or selfishness, whether out of fear or simple lack of moral imagination, we so often spend our lives as if in a fog, accepting injustice, rationalizing inequity, tolerating the intolerable, like the best are, but also like the passengers on the bus. we see the way things are, children hungry and a land of plenty, tired neighborhoods ravaged by violence, families hobbled by job loss and illness. we make excuses for inaction. and we say to ourselves, that's not my responsibility. there's nothing i can do. rosa parks tells us there's always some day we can do. she tells us that we all have responsibilities to ourselves and to one another. she reminds us that this is how change happens, not manly through the exploits of the famous, but through the countless acts of olyphant anonymous co